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    1. Rage Lonethorn 11 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Happy Chanukah, my dudes
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7 yrs ago
Happy day, you folk
7 yrs ago
will send n0ds for f00d
7 yrs ago
Someone please save me, I'm begging you
8 yrs ago
I want to join a fulfilling RP, please let me know if anything is out thereeeee
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Bio

"In, well, like, Tuesday."
@VarionusNW

"The real Craig was the friends we made along the way."

"I have a massive boner. Quote Neurovoid."
@Neurovoid

Most Recent Posts

Oh. I wish I spoke other languages.
@TwistedSun Aloha, stranger!
I'm gonna be a counselor at a camp for the next three weeks, but I will check in every day and post if I have to. It's not too much, it just might not be until late a night, Mountain Standard Time.
"Sorry about that," Rin apologized to Nori before she watched the exchange before the three boys. Her dark hair was as scattered as she felt witnessing the dismissal of Keigo's tales from Gruffydd. The once giddy atmosphere of the homeroom hardened like dry spaghetti as Keigo was put on the spot, but Rin just watched with wide eyes. Where was their sense of imagination? How could they just dispose of the rumor's validity?

"But doesn't every story have to have some truth to it?" Rin asked aloud to herself before weasling her way to Keigo. "Excuse me, sorry, thank you, sorry. I'll just take this," she mumbled nonchalantly while others in the clump of people cast strange looks at her. With a quick hand, she swiped the piece of paper out of Keigo's fingers. From what Rin understood, Keigo wasn't going to be doing anything with the numbers anyways. That was where her fellow classmates did have a point. If he was encouraging others to head out, there wasn't a chance he would be caught patrolling the old building. Rin could feel her saliva thicken at the thought of satisfying her craving.

After slipping awkwardly out of the group's nucleus, Rin stuffed the crumpled paper in her pocket and casually waltzed towards the doorway.
I'm about to post sorry oops my bad I feel awful
I just got back from out of town, and I don't want to be a post hog.
i have a journal, and everyday I have to write three things I'm grateful for as well as one reason why I love myself. Sometimes I don't believe the stuff that I write, but when I'm feeling down, all of these things become reasons to keep pushing forward.
Telemann is just like Vivaldi, just German and not Italian ~.~ I'm cleaning my room, and I want to know where all this stuff comes from because it's a mess
This RP reminds me of Another, and I've never even seen it.
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